"Ginny, the man at table six just arrived, be a dear," Lucius pushed her towards the table. Her short mini skirt and tube top were very revealing and she didn't try to cover her skin. Her cleavage was very visible and appealing to the men's eyes. Her make-up was applied evenly and her dark red lipstick outlined her lips very well.

She swayed her hips as she maneuvered between the table in her high heels. The man smiled as she approached the table. He pushed away from the table and she sat on his lap while crossing her legs. He stroked her neck with his hand and smiled as she slung her arms around his neck.

"The back room is available," she said while taking his hand and leading him away.

He was very eager and she was used to it. Lucius had broken her of being shy, and she was used to blocking out the sensations accompanied with what she was doing. Becoming a whore wasn't what she would have chosen, but after Voldemort had taken over she could no longer stay in hiding. To keep her family safe she had sold herself to Lucius, and in turn Lucius Malfoy had turned her into a whore, his whore.

"Always a pleasure," the man said as she left the room while he dressed himself. Her senses came back and she smelt him. He was here. Ever since she had sold herself she knew his scent. He and her were forbidden by underlying rules, but she could dream. She could dream of being kept safe and warm by him. Draco Malfoy was one person no one tangled with.

"Ginny!" Lucius called from behind the bar, "come here!" She came, like a dog. He stroked her hair as he pulled her close so he could whisper in her ear about birthday plans for Draco.

"Yes Lucius," she replied while retreating to the back room to change once again. There she heard him call out for Draco. She replaced her tube top with a black teddy and fish net nylons before returning to main room. Draco sat at a table, drinking down beer. She went directly to him, and straddled him.

"Draco," Lucius said, "your birthday present! Take her in the back room and enjoy her."

"Why father," Draco said, "I don't know what to say. Thank you." He carried Ginny to the back room, ignoring the pats on the back. He had one thing in mind, Ginny knew. The back room was only used for that purpose. She was tempted to cry. Draco, anyone but Draco. He kicked the door open, dismissed the man and whore who were currently in there. He laid her down on the bed and quickly shut the door. She lay there, calming her mind and focusing on blocking out the pain.

"Ginny Weasley," Draco said from the doorway, "I don't want you as a whore." He said while leaning against the door.

"What do you mean?" She replied while sitting up and swinging her legs over the bed.

"I have never looked at you as a whore, unlike my father," he said while studying her, "We went to school together for Christ's sake!" He hit his legs with his hands in anger, "I used to hope to have one of you sane ones as my friend. I only had the stupid death eaters. I never had a serious relationship, probably never will."

"Draco I…" she said. But before she could answer the tears came. They came for the first time in months. She had cried when she was first put to use as whore, but never since. She cried for her family, for the lost people and friends, but mainly for herself and the time she had lost. She cried until it consumed her, and she wished to just sit there and remain crying until her dyeing days.

"Ginny," Draco said as he knelt next to her, "don't cry. I hate to see you cry."

She fell to the floor. But he was there, he caught her before she struck the ground. He cradled her against his body as her body began to shake from her crying. She tried to stop crying, but her body wouldn't let her. It wouldn't let her stop from releasing the pain she had long stored up.

Finally she stopped, and she lay there, trying to calm herself in his arms. Wait…his arms? She tried squirming from his grasp but he held on. He was much stronger than her, and she couldn't get away.

"Let go.." she said while trying to escape.

"No," he said while pulling her closer, "I've dreamt of this moment since you first came to my father. I wanted you to be mine, and mine only. Ginny Weasley," he said while looking into her red eyes, "I want you. I will make you mine, and I will have you smiling again. I will keep you safe, and you will be free, free to return to your family, I promise." He drew her into him and kissed her. At first she thought it was a trick, no love was possible in her dark state. But he kissed her until she kissed him back.

Her, Ginny Weasley, was the one he wanted. He had his pick, but he wanted her. She had looked so terrible for so long, and when he was given her for his birthday gift he almost leapt for joy inside, he wanted to hold her, and stop her crying. He also wanted to give her the freedom she so dearly desired. He wanted her to smile and not serve as a whore, he wanted her to be his. Little did he know that she was willing to be anything as long as she was with him.

A/N: Very Different from my last fanfic! Don't worry, a ton of fluff and darkness to come! Please R&R! Thanks